BLUE IN GREEN

After a soft almost unassuming, start
The soft piano introduces gentle jazz
And brushes across snare’s white skin
Then the thin muted trumpet joins in
Culminating in ecstasy, or as good as
It began with brain but now it’s heart

The music slides slowly to a quiet end
Then, like a Phoenix rising from flame
The next section breathes and emerges
As if holding back from all of its urges
A chord is now struck, staking a claim
And the melody follows its own trend

Almost as a stumble on rocky ground
The bass has its moment of foundation
Then returns as a backdrop with a sigh
Sensing that last bar is soon due to die
Yet underneath it all, is a perturbation
Drawing us deeper into the final sound